This blog is (mostly) a near-verbatim transcription of my writing journal. Margins are the same as the journal. These are exercises, not finished products. Other types of writings will most likely emerge at some point.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Journal 7 - Rancid Sleep and Ennui

The fall afternoon glow is forgetful in the twilightof another day where penguins chatter like cocktailparties pretending nothing is coming but the wakeningtides of tired eyes and scampering feet. The days arelong and tiresome with eyes glued together withsleep that eludes the father and the daughter.Why have mornings become torn with rancid smellsand stumbling feet; walking through hot milk anddry coffee? Yawning never seems to accomplishmuch, but stretching the skin over my jaws andsquinting my horrific eyes. Salad is nice on dayslike this. Dawn lays down an orange kiss thatfollows tempestuous little sisters to their sleep,hollow and watches the teams of reindeer slipdrugs to each other waiting for their time inthe limelight. Nothing sacred when the worldis secular and no longer in need of the sacred –crucified on the cross of selfish anonymity whereeach religion is treated the same – with condescensionand faux tolerance. Religion was the opiate of themasses. Now it's entertainment and psychology.Ennui is the new god – praised for making it throughanother day in a lonely disembowelled cold universewhere all that is is matter – not even understood bythe experts themselves. My back hurts but so what.Teamsters carry the day, and shallow thoughtsof each Neanderthal descended person drop likestones in the ocean, leaving ripples that betrayinfluence but lead nowhere. Lead me to theseshallow oceans and let us begin again withfirst principles and unfold the layers of theworld until we find again the hand drawn workof the divine smiling like a happy mother playingpeek-a-boo with her children. Always there even whennot seen, God is like a hangover hanging around eachtorpid day reminding us of our previous misgivingsthat is cured with living water only obtained from faithand tribulation. When the night comes from passingthrough to the other world what will I do? Will I smile,yell, jump or piss my pants?